They told me here is where you write your poem
Pictures first, don't tell them, show 'em.
Why do I need to use words and use lines
When I've got something here worth 1000 times?
Look into my mind, past the eyes, they're right there
The windows are open, the view you can share.
I want you to see all my pain and devotion
I want you to swim in my vain, black emotion